User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20130628155739/@comment-3135907-20130730172406

The sound can be distinctly heard by all, not just Trogger: the sound of rushing water. Feffle looks at the others. "I wonder what's makin' all that rumblin'. Nevermind, prob'ly just somebeast's stomach-" Trogger mutters indistinctly at this, then speaks. "Wattur, 'tis. We must be near ee sea."